So. I'm quite grumpy at the moment.
I had a lovely day today. It was the last day of mocks, and so I went in, chilled for a bit, had DMCs (Deep and Meaningful Chats) with various people, and then did my exam in the afternoon. A lovely day, in general.
And then we decided to celebrate by going to Oxford Street, so it was even lovelier, as I bought a few more pairs of tights, (in December I'd gone wild and bought eleven :P) found a gorgeous jumper and a pretty bracelet. So, basically, everything I'd wanted.
Life was good.
And then I came home. It was alright at first, my dad was pretty cool and I chilled. Mum came home and literally. ruined. EVERYTHING.
Rawr, it was so annoying :(
First she shouts at me for going to Oxford Street. Then she shouts at me some more when I countered that particular grievance with the fairly reasonable: "But you'd said I could this morning."
That made her angrier, and she retorted that I should have known that she didn't want me to go.
Well, sorry Mum, I'm not telepathic, and you have a poker face like no other. I can never even tell when you're happy. Which is rarely, admittedly, but still.
I didn't actually say that. My reply was, again: "I told you that if you didn't want me to go, I wouldn't. I told you that I'd listen to you if you'd said no."
She sneered at me- yes, she actually fucking sneered like fucking Draco Malfoy or something- and told me not to pull the innocent lamb act, because she of all people would know what a deceiving little liar I was. Then she stormed down the stairs.
It's so nice to have such a loving, caring mum.
Bitch.
So. That ruined my day. Blahh. I'se still grumpy :'(
I'd intended to post something bubbly and fairly interesting today. But now my mood has been SHOT TO PIECES AND STAMPED ON AND THEN SHREDDED WITH A BLUNT PENCIL BEFORE BEING SQUISHED INTO WEIRD LITTLE SMEARS ON THE CONCRETE PAVEMENTS BEFORE FINALLY BEING BURNED SLOWLY AND PAINFULLY VIA SUSPENSION OVER LOTS OF CANDLES.
Yeah, I'm talking about how my feelings have been treated here, not what I wish would happen to my mum. I would say she's not usually that bad... But usually she's a obsessive controlling dictator whose interactions with me completely depend on how she's feeling at the moment (i.e. smiley/content = much love. Even vaguely annoyed = evilandIhateyouandyou'readisgustinglittlelyingcheat. That, possibly apart from the 'Ihateyou' bit, is unfortunately all true.)
So yeah, now that my happiness has been brutally murdered, I am unhappy and sad and I can't remember the happy thing I wanted to post.
:'(
On the other hand... I now have about twenty five to thirty pairs of really sexy patterned tights. I may just take a picture for you :)
But not now, because I'm still grumpy and I think I'm going to express my moodiness by staying up all night and stalking people on Facebook.
Or just staring at the screen blankly, wishing that I could telepathically control my mum so she wouldn't be so goddamn moody all the time. Blah. Where are you, Charles Xavier, when I need you?
Oh that's right, stuck in a) Eric Lehnsherr's pants, b) the films, c) the comic books.
Rawr. I want my happy mummy back. :'(
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